Tell Me I'm The Only One
by ffic4life
Summary: AU - Noah Puckerman having had nowhere to turn in life and a very jaded view on love, found himself in the deceptively kind arms of Will Shuester, a former Broadway star. Full summary inside...
1. Take My Breath Away

**Title: **Tell Me I'm the Only One  
><strong>Rating: <strong>NC-17/M  
><strong>Genre: <strong>Slash, Romance/Angst  
><strong>Characters:<strong> Glee Cast Ensemble  
><strong>Character Pairing: <strong>Noah/Kurt and Noah/Will  
><strong>Summary: <strong>AU. Noah Puckerman having had nowhere to turn in life and a very jaded view on love, found himself in the deceptively kind arms of Will Shuester, a former Broadway star. When Will asked for Kurt Hummel, a famous movie star, to be in one of his musicals, Noah and Kurt met with an instant spark. The problem? Noah can't get away from Will's cruelty even as he falls hopelessly in love with Kurt. Can Kurt save him?  
><strong>Word Count For This Part: <strong>2,293**  
>Warnings: <strong>Slash, Sex, Implied Non-Con, Abuse, and Swearing  
><strong>Disclaimer: <strong>As much as I wish I did, I do not own Glee or an of its associates. Sigh.  
><strong>Author's Notes: <strong>Gah. Do I write anything that _isn't _NC-17? LOL *shakes head at herself* This just kind of came to me. I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think, whatever that might be!

_Chapter 1~Take My Breath Away_

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He cannot believe he let his agent talk him into this.

Seriously, he's done with the wining and dining of people he didn't care about. He didn't even want to _be _on fucking Broadway. He was perfectly fine doing movies and television spots. Even if there _had _been a considerable drop in calls requesting his talent, he would have preferred to do _nothing at all_ than be standing in front of some washed up theatre actor's house in the Hamptons.

Eye roll.

Broadway stars were so predictable.

Summoning the courage to walk up to the regal looking door, Kurt Hummel sighed. He could do this. Just listen to this Will Shuester character's explanation of the part he's interested in him for, laugh at any jokes that may as well be being told to a crowd of crickets, and make excuses to leave early and go back to the hotel. Simple as.

He knocked on the heavy oak and took in the surroundings of the stone covered patio. Little statues and figurines were placed in spots and there was a water fountain near a wall full of beautiful green ivy, Kurt snorted. Money thrown away on a mansion was all saw. He didn't understand why people did stuff like that, it wasn't like you could take it with you.

With that thought left hanging the door started to unlock and open. On the other side stood a young man with dark brown hair, deep hazel eyes, and olive skin. If Kurt was correct, this _boy _was only about twenty years old and looked as if he belonged in the pages of a magazine. He was beautiful, if a little small. _Scrawny, _some would say, with his lack of his muscular definition and tiny waist. For the first time, Kurt was lost. This kid was perfect.

Appearing to be very shy, he asked respectfully, "Yes, sir, how may I help you?"

Snapping out of his daze, Kurt replied, "Um, I'm Kurt Hummel. I was told by my agent that Will Shuester wanted to speak with me?"

The boy nodded his head quickly and stepped away from the door, allowing him entrance and carefully avoiding his eyes. "I'm afraid Will is running a tad bit late," the boy said remaining with his eyes lowered and tone respectful as they walked into what appeared to be a living room, "but you can wait here in the common room. He should be home soon, Mr. Hummel. I'm sorry for the wait."

Kurt smiled at him, hoping to catch sight of his amazing orbs again, but failing to do so. "That's quite alright."

"Can I get you anything, Mr. Hummel?" he asked as if it were routine for him to do so. Suddenly, Kurt wondered who exactly this kid was. A butler or house servant? He was too pretty to be either of those.

Remembering he'd been asked a question, Kurt cleared his throat, "Ah, no, that's okay. And call me Kurt, if you don't mind. Mr. Hummel makes me feel kind of old." He added with a laugh.

The boy didn't appear amused, in fact, he appeared worried. As if he felt he did something wrong, "I-I apologize…Kurt."

Wondering what the hedge of fear stemmed from, he absently replied, "Don't worry about it." Feeling a little bolder he asked, "What was your name?"

"Noah Puckerman," he supplied with a nervous little frown as a pretty little blush settled over his cheeks.

"What a beautiful name. Noah. I've never met anyone named Noah before," Kurt chuckled and watched as the blushed deepened and a slight smile came onto his face.

"Thank you, Kurt," he said politely, ducking his head a little more. "I've watched your movies."

"Have you now?" Kurt loved the way Noah nodded his head and brought his hands together to pick at his nails nervously.

"Yes, I've seen almost all of them. When Will said you were interested in being a part of his new musical, I was hoping I'd get to meet you."

"Well, I'm glad I met you too, Noah." Kurt told him with a kind grin, and was delighted to see a sparkle in this kid's eyes as he raised them to meet his for the first time.

Damn, but he was so very beautiful. All Kurt wanted to do was bend that hot little body over the couch behind him and fuck it senseless. He had a feeling Noah would let him too. Probably even beg him for it. Yeah, _there _was enough jerk off material to last him a while.

"So, Noah, how old are you?" he asked as he sat down on said couch, pants suddenly uncomfortable.

"Nineteen, but I'll be twenty next month."

"Wow," Kurt hummed. He was a baby compared to him. Kurt may not be old, but at thirty you may as well be in a nursing home in Hollywood. Which is why he shouldn't be flirting. Shouldn't be doing anything with this kid. It could very well be categorized as statutory rape, regardless if he was technically of age or not. But for some reason, he couldn't help himself. "What do you do?" He asked with a flirty little lilt.

Noah smiled then and tucked a loose strand of curly hair behind his ear. Argh, he was so sexy. "I, um, I actually want to be a musician. Well, I mean, I _am _a musician, but I want to become an artist."

"What instruments do you play?"

"Piano, guitar…you know, stuff. I actually wrote the music for the musical." He told Kurt with a shy sort of smile. Like he was proud of himself, but didn't if it was okay to be.

"Wow, that's amazing. Is that how you met Will?"

Something flashed through his eyes that Kurt didn't understand. Fear maybe? "Uh, n-no. I met Will at an audition for a Broadway role in one of his other plays…I'm his-I'm his boyfriend."

And oh, okay. That made sense. Will trying to make himself feel young again with a pretty little piece of ass that wanted out of his shitty life. Kurt then didn't feel quite as interested in this _Noah. _Probably wasn't even his real name.

With an icier tone, Kurt said, "Well, I guess I'll just wait for your _boyfriend _then."

A look of dejected sadness washed over the boy's face before quickly disappearing into a mask of understanding, "Of course, sir. I'll put a call into him and let him know you're-you're here."

Walking away with slumped shoulders and a slight limp to his step, Noah left Kurt to wait. He kinda felt bad about how he treated the poor kid. Who was he to judge what he did with his life? Whore or not, he was still a person. And decided to make it right the next time he saw Noah.

About ten minutes later he heard the front door open and shut. A string of curses following as another set of footsteps hurried into the foyer. Kurt tried not to eaves drop, but he couldn't help it.

"Hello, Will. How was your trip?" Kurt wondered if he heard wrong when that sounded far shakier than what a boyfriend would usually sound like when greeting their partner.

"Fine, take my coat," and that certainly wasn't a polite suggestion.

"Okay, Will." A minute passes by and ruffling around takes place. "Kurt Hummel is in the common room waiting for you."

"Did you offer him anything? You better have treated him with respect." Wow, could he be any more of an ass? Suddenly, Kurt regretted how he treated the poor kid.

"Of, course," he replied panicky.

There's a scuffle of feet and Kurt's stomach started to bottom out. Something really wasn't right. "When I say treat my guests with respect, I don't mean flaunt your ass," Will's voice growled.

There was a whimper, "I wasn't, W-Will, I wasn't. I promise. I'm yours, only yours!"

There's no noise besides a squeak and then, "Glad you remember your place. Now make my guest and me some tea and try not to fuck it up."

"Yes. Yes, of course, Will."

With that there were more footsteps and Kurt contemplated what he was going to say to the guy when he saw him. Maybe punch his face for treating someone so horribly?

"Ah, Mr. Kurt Hummel!" Will's booming, weirdly _happy _voice, said as he came into the room.

Kurt would deny it later, but it made him jump slightly. He stood to face this Will Shuester, and was instantly put off in an even bigger way than from what he was before. From the kinky-permish looking hair to the totally fake smile, this man just reeked of abuser. Now Kurt hated himself for assuming the worst in poor Noah. He probably thought Kurt didn't like him, that he wasn't good enough to be flirted with, and when he dismissed him so rudely it was just another person reminding him of how worthless he was. He couldn't believe he made someone so beautiful feel that way.

"I'm so glad you came," Will continued as he shook his hand a little harder than what the movie star thought was strictly necessary.

"Yes, well," Kurt huffed slightly, sitting back down, "my agent made it pretty clear I didn't have a choice."

Will mast have taken that as a joke, because he laughed, "Old Sue, knowing her she probably did."

"You know Sue Sylvester, my agent?" Kurt asked with a snippy tone and a raised eyebrow.

Will scoffed while he sat down in the chair on the other side of a coffee table, "Of course, we go way back." Reclining slightly and splaying his legs in a wide "V," conveying all the power he could possibly muster. Kurt glowered. What he wouldn't give at this point to knock this guy off his obvious self-made pedestal. Will was trying to send a subliminal message that he was the king of roost. However, Kurt doesn't and will never play someone's game.

"Interesting," he replied his own air of superiority, testosterone lying thick between them. "She didn't mention that."

Will made no comment, trying to appear unbothered by Kurt's refusal to back down. "So about the musical," he clears his throat, "I would like for you to play the part of Mark, a man who isn't yet ready to be as old as he is but unable to continue pretending to be younger."

"And you wrote this…_musical? _Kurt asked, unable to keep the sarcasm from his voice.

If Will noticed it, he didn't show it. "Yes, as a matter of fact I did."

"Including the music?" He's testing him, but Will doesn't catch on.

Just smirks and nods his head, "Yeah, yeah. I'm sure you're going to be impressed."

"I already am," Kurt said lowly, watching as the questions fire off behind this pond scum's eyes. "How long would it run in the very least?"

"Three months. If it well, we may be able to extend it to six months…or maybe even a year."

"Hmm, I see." Kurt was cut off as heard the chattering of china on a tray being carried. He turned, and was saw Noah. His head was bowed, his expression one of veiled fear as he makes his way over to Will.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," he told _mostly_ Will quickly, "I have your tea, _darling."_

Kurt's stomach churned at that word, clearly having been forced passed smooth, pouty lips.

Will's eyes held some annoyance that quickly was replaced with thinly cloaked gratefulness. "Thank you, _baby,_ I'm sure Kurt appreciates your thoughtfulness."

Noah set the tray down on the coffee table and began arranging things for his _boyfriend. _He turned to Kurt but for a brief second, and his heart ached. His once sparkling eyes were dead and lost, and he shivered very lightly when Will put a hand on his lower back. As if a warning.

Kurt had suddenly had enough of the bastard. Decision made, he turned to Will, "I'll do the musical. I want to broaden my horizons, and who knows," he says to Noah's profile, "it may just be what I need."

Noah's eyes shot toward him in shock, a blush forming once again. And Kurt tried to tell him with his own green eyes that he was sorry. That he saw him for the person he was. That he was going to get him away from this _man. _That he was going to make sure he's as loved and treasured as he deserved to be. He didn't know if Noah understood or not, because Will quickly broke through the stares with his loud voice, "Wonderful! I'll put a call into our lawyers and get a contract set up. Noah, luv, be a dear and go get Mr. Hummel here one of my business cards."

Kurt grumbled, not wanting the boy to go and hating him being bossed around like a trained pet. He was unable to stop the snide remark, "Actually I told him to call me, Kurt; and since you and Sue so far back I'm sure she has your number." Turning to Noah, he says with disguised kindness, "Walk me out? I think I gave you my coat."

Leaving a bemused Will in the living room, the two of them went towards the front door.

"I don't mean to be rude or to correct you, sir, but you didn't give me a coat," Noah says shyly, avoiding eye contact again.

Kurt sighed and whispered as he started to open the door, "I didn't meant to hurt your feelings earlier, Noah; but don't worry, I'm getting you away from him."

And with that Kurt left a shocked Noah standing in the doorway without looking back. He had work to do.

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	2. The Truth Never Set Me Free

**Title: **Tell Me I'm the Only One  
><strong>Rating: <strong>NC-17/M  
><strong>Genre: <strong>Slash, Romance/Angst  
><strong>Characters:<strong> Glee Cast Ensemble  
><strong>Character Pairing: <strong>Noah/Kurt and Noah/Will  
><strong>Summary: <strong>AU. Noah Puckerman having had nowhere to turn in life and a very jaded view on love, found himself in the deceptively kind arms of Will Shuester, a former Broadway star. When Will asked for Kurt Hummel, a famous movie star, to be in one of his musicals, Noah and Kurt met with an instant spark. The problem? Noah can't get away from Will's cruelty even as he falls hopelessly in love with Kurt. Can Kurt save him?  
><strong>Word Count For This Part: <strong>2,374**  
>Warnings: <strong>Slash, Sex, Implied Non-Con (no description), Abuse, and Swearing  
><strong>Disclaimer: <strong>As much as I wish I did, I do not own Glee or an of its associates. Sigh.  
><strong>Author's Notes: <strong>Thank you SOOO much for all of the support for this story! I wasn't sure anyone would like it, but WHOA! LOL Just as forewarning, this chapter is angsty, but I hope everyone will still continue to give a try! Thanks for reading my stuff, let me know what you think! I love any and all feedback! :D

_Chapter 2~The Truth Never Set Me Free_

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_*Hazel eyes shot open when the sound of the front door closing resonated through the house. Now was his chance._

_Slipping out of the king sized bed, careful to not put any pressure on his backside and crying out in pain when he twisted his wrist too quickly, the young man made his way over to the dresser. He pulled on some baggy sweats, leaving off his boxers, and a loose gray sweatshirt; getting himself prepared for a long day of walking in the bitter cold. His movements were hurried, his determination strong, but his stupid sprained wrist wouldn't manipulate the sock on his foot and he couldn't sit down because the pain in his ass was so terrible that all he wanted to do was weep._

_He struggled for a few minutes before deciding it was taking too long and put them down to go in his bag for later, just slipping his shoes on without them. Reaching into the bottom of his drawer, he grabbed the small grocery bag he packed with clothes, thirty dollars in cash, and the pictures he couldn't live without. That was it. That was all he was going to be able to take from this monster that had wrecked his life. _

_He had been eighteen when he met his tormentor. A runaway. A nothing. A nobody trading songs on his beat up guitar for pennies and dollar bills. New York had been his dream, and he had finally made it. His past of broken promises and awful parents long forgotten. He was going to get a fresh start. _

_And the man, oh but he'd been so amazing. Treated him like a prince, took him to fancy places, dressed him in fine clothing. And he'd bought every single line he'd been given, thinking he'd been blessed with his ticket out of his life and onto the stage where he belonged. But then he moved in with him, and things were suddenly very different._

_His supposed Prince Charming started complaining about things. Like his weight, he wasn't thin enough to wear what his new boyfriend wanted him to wear; and his performance in the bedroom wasn't quite enough. He didn't suck him off right, didn't lay still enough, wasn't moaning in pleasure like he was supposed to so the man said he had to do things his harder to make it better for him…never caring that his younger and inexperienced lover never got off anymore. _

_Before long, the boy wound up in a haze of pain, that his boyfriend said he provoked. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out what he was doing that made him need to be treated like that. Which is why he's here now. Running away again from his horrible life._

_He would cry later. _

_Limping down the stairs, he tried not let off a watery smile. _

_He was home free. _

_Past those doors, he could run from here. Start over. Find someone who didn't treat him like this and thought he was amazing. Beyond those doors was salvation._

_However, getting to the doors never happened. For the monster wasn't actually gone. Just hiding, waiting for him to run so it could grab him and remind him that he would never be free again.*_

Noah is shaken out of that memory by hearing Will coming up behind him. He has a sixth sense when it comes to his master, something he is very ashamed of. As calmly as he could he shuts the door and turns to face Will with his eyes lowered and his tone submissive, "Can I get you anything, Will? Would you like a sandwich to go with your tea?"

There's silence, Noah's hairs stand on end.

Will makes a low noise in his throat, slowly coming forward, "What did my employee have to say to you, _Noah._" He says the name on a growl, as if it were supposed to be a verbal slap. At least, Noah certainly felt it that way.

Frantic, he replies, "N-Nothing, Will. He was just apologizing for taking me away from you, because-because he didn't actually have a coat…"

On a sound of rage, Will breaks forward and surges Noah up a near wall – hands with a bruising grip on his shoulders, driving him further into the flat surface causing the smaller boy to whimper in fear. "Don't lie to me you little slut!" He snarls in the boy's face.

"B-But Will, I'm not! I promise!" Noah wails, trying to keep still. Knowing any movements that aren't authorized will make everything worse. Inwardly he starts to sob, bracing himself for whatever was about to happen.

"Yes, you are," Will says and shakes him, causing the tan teen to whimper again and bite his lip to stop the noise. "You are so pathetic to think someone like that would want you." Noah's eyes fill with tears. He was right. Kurt wasn't telling the truth, he wasn't worth saving. "Look at you. You're ugly, fat, can't play guitar to save your tight ass, and don't even know how to respect the boyfriend you do have! Tell me, Noah…where you be without me, hmm?"

Noah lowers his head further. It's his entire fault. He was sending Kurt signals, being a slut like Will said. He deserves this, he disregarded the man who saved him from his life.

"On a street corner selling yourself to pimps and aids ridden lowlifes, that's where. Because untalented _Lima losers_ like you belong there. Belong in the gutter where people _spit _on you," and Will made sure to punctuate that with some spit landing on the shivering boy's face. "But I took you out of there, didn't I?"

A small nod comes from the cowering form.

"Yes, I did. And I gave you nice things, and you repay me by whoring yourself to my actor?"

Noah shook his, "N-No, Will, never! I love you, only you!"

"Bullshit!" Rearing his hand, Will smacks him across the face, letting Noah fall to the floor with a choked sound.

Knowing better than to try to get up, the tan skinned boy stays down, fighting his tears. With every time these episodes occurred, it was getting easier to stave his emotions. To retreat to a place inside and let what's happening around and to him just go on without his input.

"You are nothing without me! You deserve nothing. Only someone as disgusting as you would let their daughter be taken away from them."

Tears start streaming down his face. Will's right. He doesn't deserve anything but this. He let his baby go to a strange woman because the girl he loved saw what a _Lima loser _he was. And as the first kick comes to his side, his eyes glaze over. The trance was coming. The pain would all be over soon. For the first time though, he isn't alone in a black abyss. The kind movie star he met earlier is there and he's smiling at him. He feels like sunshine and happiness as Noah takes his outstretched hand. He hasn't felt this way in such a long time. It's almost as if he can breathe again.

But that isn't right. He shouldn't be here, he doesn't get sunshine, he gets darkness. Why was Kurt here messing with his head? Making him feel things he can never have. Was this another reminder from Will? He shouldn't trust this person; he's probably a plant…

He looks up at Kurt, frightened, when he feels his pants being unzipped; but the pale man just pulls him against his chest and Noah starts to cry. This is what being loved by someone feels like. He can't let it go, it feels too good. Takes him away from the pain being caused inside his body.

"_Trance Kurt" _kisses his forehead and says ominously, _"Just hold onto me. I'll save you from the pain, my baby."_

Noah cries even harder, hoping it was true.

~K&P~

Kurt snaps awake to the sounds of horn outside his window. He had a terrible dream. Noah was being badly beaten and all he could do was watch, couldn't save him, couldn't reach him…

Kurt shakes his head. As impossible as it seemed, he had already fallen for the gorgeous teenager, fallen hard. He didn't know why, but it felt like his soul was tethered now to his tan skin, umber eyes, high cheek bones, and soft pouty lips. For the first time ever in his thirty years, including his longtime boyfriend Blaine, Kurt felt physically _sick_ being away from someone. Not knowing what was happening to them, not knowing if they were okay and having no way of finding out.

A few bitter tears slip down his pale cheeks.

His step brother and sister in law are going to think he's crazy, but he doesn't care. He needs Noah Puckerman. Needs to hold him, needs to love him, needs to teach him _how _to be loved…and was going to do that.

Having spoken to Sue, he was set to start rehearsal with Will Shuester tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

That was too long a wait. What if Noah was dead by then?

Going out of his mind with worry, Kurt climbs out of his posh bed and heads to the chair in the corner and picks up his cell phone, dialing his best friend and publicist.

There's a groan as the phone picks up, "Kurt, do you have an idea what time it is?"

"Mercedes," he breathes in relief. "I'm sorry, but I need to talk to you."

There's a sigh and a rustle of sheets, "Okay, give me a second," her voice is muffled as she explains to her husband who it is and she'll be back. "Alright I'm here, what's wrong?"

"I've met someone." He rushes out, causing her to sigh.

"You called me at three o'clock in the morning LA time, to tell me you hooked up with someone? Not that I'm happy for you, but couldn't this have waited…"

"No," Kurt grunts, "I've met someone, yes, but I haven't hooked up with him. He's…he's with someone….my new boss, actually."

"Oh, Kurt," Mercedes groans, "what did you do? I would have never thought you would so dumb as to start hitting on your boss' boyfriend after what went on last spring!"

"That's the thing, Mercy, he isn't a willing partner."

There's silence. "What does that mean?"

Kurt picks at his perfectly manicured nails, "I think Will is abusing him, in fact, I know he is. The way he acts, and from what I heard…"

"Kurt," her tone is tough but not unkind, "you can't go starting fires when you don't know if there's something to burn. It's only going to blow up in your face. Do you have proof of domestic abuse?"

"I heard some things!" Kurt defends himself, "And Noah shivered in front me when Will touched him!"

"Maybe he was cold," the publicist countered. "Look, I want to help you, but you have to find more concrete evidence. You can't just accuse someone of something."

"But it won't be an accusation, it's a fact! That boy is terrified!" Kurt shouts into his phone, not really at his best friend but at his situation. He knows Mercy's right.

"Boy?" Kurt blushes, remembering his slip, "Exactly how old is this _boy?"_

"Umm, nineteen." He mumbles.

"Kurt!" Mercedes growls into the phone, "After the stunt you pulled with that little waif of guy, Sam, how do you expect me to rebuild your image by you mooning after a _kid?"_

"He's nineteen, he's of legal age, Mercy!"

"Barely! Jesus, Kurt." There's a longsuffering sigh, "Okay, _fine_. I'll…figure something out. I guess I don't have a choice but to figure something out?"

"No, I'm definitely going for him." Kurt was resolute.

His best friend makes a frustrated noise, "Great. Wonderful. Exactly what I wanted to be thinking, _worrying, _about at three in the morning. Thanks, Boo. You do realize this is a career ender, right? As is in it will END OUR CAREERS IF YOU"RE WRONG?"

"You know I love you, right?" Kurt says in gratitude with a small nervous laugh.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't thank me yet. Promise me you'll save face before I make a move?"

"I promise."

"Okay," the phone sounds to be put on speaker as he hears his friend move around what he assumes would be her home office, "here's what I need you to do. Everything, and I do mean _everything_ you see Will do, I need to know about it. If he buys something, no matter how small, I want to know. If your boy, _Noah_ you said?"

"Yes, _Noah Puckerman_." Kurt replied with a touch of adoration.

There's some typing and a snort, "Keep your lovey-dovey tone to a minimum, Boo. But if your boy is around, watch him and how he interacts with everyone. I'm not there, so you're going to have to do recon. I'll hire a PI to stake them out for the rest of time, and together we'll make something happen if and only if you're right. Does that sound fair?"

"I can't thank you enough, Mercedes." Kurt says on another sigh of relief.

There's a grunt in assent and with emotion he continues, "Noah, Mercy, I think Noah is the one."

Silence, "Well I hope so if you're going to all this trouble, but you do realize you could get your heartbroken in all of this right?" Kurt thinks about that for a second. "Statistically speaking, they usually stay no matter how horrible their partner is because the fear of what will happen if they do try to leave is much worse. That's the reason why all those battered women are sitting in prison for killing their husbands and whatever, because most times that's the only way out."

"I'll remember that." Kurt murmurs, not wanting to think about that as a possibility. "Look, I know what I heard, and I know Noah wants out. And he's going to have one, because I'm going to make _sure_ he does. And without having to kill the sorry bastard, as much as I wish someone _would_."

"Okay then, Kurt. I gotta make some calls, but I'll call you later, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. Thanks again."

Hanging up, Kurt is depressed to find himself even more worried and depressed than before.


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